It must have been so very difficult for her, wheeling her two babies on the back of a bike down the dark side-streets of Kingston. Thugs to fear, stray dogs nipping at her feet, dreading her husband's wrath, where would she sleep that night? What would she feed her babies in the morning? Not much is known but we can well imagine a lot. Beryl found a girlfriend to stay with. The next morning she asked her friend to feed her babies without leaving any money, jumped on her bike and went to Kingston's China Town. When she came back that evening she had a job in one of the many haberdasheries. It was one of many jobs she would take, saving furiously and biding her time while looking after her children. The war had ended, thousands of handsome young men were coming home from service abroad in England, there was talk of independence from England. The economy and opportunity were growing and Jamaicans were increasingly confident in their future. Thousands of young men and women poured into Kingston from the countryside looking for jobs and finding one, were setting up their singles apartments, marrying and setting up homes, they needed a haberdashery. They wrote letters back home then and needed a haberdashery for writing supplies. It would have been a giddy period for the business with many new faces and brisk exchange. Beryl, her industrious savings piling up, must have felt her palms itching, must have smelled her own business coming so close she could almost touch it. And she really did.